Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.